Theea
I blink once, and one side of my mouth pulls upward before the other, and my smile is nothing short of proud. ”I have been actually,” I say. I certainly hope I’d have been, considering my mother. Silence, stealth, being quick on my feet—all things both my parents drilled into me since I was forming memories.
And then it makes sense; of course that’s what he’s looking for. I wonder if I should be searching for that. To beat back the disease infecting Caido, infecting everyone. It’s when I think of that, that I experience a rare gratefulness that my mother stays under the radar now.
His smile is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite read. But his best friend being infected… I can see why he won’t look at me. There are those who’d call him selfish for wanting to cure a single person and not an entire region. I meet his eyes with brows drawn upward at the center.
”I’m sorry for your friend. And you.” I glance at his hand. ”Hold on. Here.”
I swing my bag around to my front and open the top flap, digging in and rifling through an annoying amount of things—how do I have so much yet so little—until I’m able to produce a clean strip of cloth. I give him a small, reassuring smile as I approach and hold it out for him. ”For your hand.” I step back and slip the strap back over my shoulder. ”I’m Theea.”
And then it makes sense; of course that’s what he’s looking for. I wonder if I should be searching for that. To beat back the disease infecting Caido, infecting everyone. It’s when I think of that, that I experience a rare gratefulness that my mother stays under the radar now.
His smile is gone, replaced by something I can’t quite read. But his best friend being infected… I can see why he won’t look at me. There are those who’d call him selfish for wanting to cure a single person and not an entire region. I meet his eyes with brows drawn upward at the center.
”I’m sorry for your friend. And you.” I glance at his hand. ”Hold on. Here.”
I swing my bag around to my front and open the top flap, digging in and rifling through an annoying amount of things—how do I have so much yet so little—until I’m able to produce a clean strip of cloth. I give him a small, reassuring smile as I approach and hold it out for him. ”For your hand.” I step back and slip the strap back over my shoulder. ”I’m Theea.”
there is defiance in being a d r e a m e r
